I hope you miss me too
I’ve been checked out when it comes to writing, or really using my brain at all, lately, but I was reading my good friend hotbabe’s blog and saw her “I hope you miss me” entry. I’m going to steal her idea and jot down brief life highlights:
1. I went to Vegas at the beginning of February. I love that fucking place. I won $60 at the slots, sat outside in the sunny 70-something degree weather, went dancing at a couple gay clubs, ate at the $30 buffet at the Tropicana, went to a Louie Anderson comedy show (don’t EVEN give me shit about that), got laid (and NO, not by a hooker), saw a guy get killed, and only slept about two hours in almost three days.
2. Yes, I really saw a guy get killed. Around 4:30 a.m. on Saturday morning me and two of my buds saw a guy get hit by a car at about 40 m.p.h. He flew right out of his shoes. His friend hysterically tried to perform CPR on him, but to no avail.
3. The moment I got back from Vegas I got sick as a dog. I’m talking “stay at home and silently sob for days” sick. I’d guess approximately 90% of my office got sick as a dog in February. I don’t know what kind of hellish virus that was, but it was goddamn brutal. HR finally assigned a can of Clorox wipes to every pod and we were instructed to wipe down everything. My pod got Fresh scent!
4. I am now happily rededicated to my job. Don’t ask me how it happened, because I don’t exactly know. It sure beats wanting to kill yourself every day from 8-5, though.
5. I’ve started to see someone new very recently, but I’m still keeping McNeighbor on speed dial.
6. I went to a Nuggets game on Tuesday night and fell in love with one of the players. Now I’m consumed with figuring out how I can get a job in the Nuggets locker room.
7. It’s a sad feeling to realize that when you’re 31 and a really hot 21-year-old likes you and keeps hitting on you, that you have to gently push him away and just not go there. Because you don’t want to be THAT guy. And yet…
8. This year I will be getting back roughly $70 in State and Federal taxes. Last year I got well over ten times that. Sometimes I hate being a single man. Very rarely…but sometimes.
9. I got a Sonicare toothbrush for Christmas and it rocks. I don’t know what I was thinking using a regular, Stone-Age toothbrush for so long. The only problem is I’ve walked into my bathroom and caught Ernie licking it three times in the past couple of weeks. Gross.
10. Spring is finally in the air – we’ve got temps in the 60s and 70s for at least the next week and there’s a time change this weekend.
Ahhhhhh – we survived, Denverites!
1. I went to Vegas at the beginning of February. I love that fucking place. I won $60 at the slots, sat outside in the sunny 70-something degree weather, went dancing at a couple gay clubs, ate at the $30 buffet at the Tropicana, went to a Louie Anderson comedy show (don’t EVEN give me shit about that), got laid (and NO, not by a hooker), saw a guy get killed, and only slept about two hours in almost three days.
2. Yes, I really saw a guy get killed. Around 4:30 a.m. on Saturday morning me and two of my buds saw a guy get hit by a car at about 40 m.p.h. He flew right out of his shoes. His friend hysterically tried to perform CPR on him, but to no avail.
3. The moment I got back from Vegas I got sick as a dog. I’m talking “stay at home and silently sob for days” sick. I’d guess approximately 90% of my office got sick as a dog in February. I don’t know what kind of hellish virus that was, but it was goddamn brutal. HR finally assigned a can of Clorox wipes to every pod and we were instructed to wipe down everything. My pod got Fresh scent!
4. I am now happily rededicated to my job. Don’t ask me how it happened, because I don’t exactly know. It sure beats wanting to kill yourself every day from 8-5, though.
5. I’ve started to see someone new very recently, but I’m still keeping McNeighbor on speed dial.
6. I went to a Nuggets game on Tuesday night and fell in love with one of the players. Now I’m consumed with figuring out how I can get a job in the Nuggets locker room.
7. It’s a sad feeling to realize that when you’re 31 and a really hot 21-year-old likes you and keeps hitting on you, that you have to gently push him away and just not go there. Because you don’t want to be THAT guy. And yet…
8. This year I will be getting back roughly $70 in State and Federal taxes. Last year I got well over ten times that. Sometimes I hate being a single man. Very rarely…but sometimes.
9. I got a Sonicare toothbrush for Christmas and it rocks. I don’t know what I was thinking using a regular, Stone-Age toothbrush for so long. The only problem is I’ve walked into my bathroom and caught Ernie licking it three times in the past couple of weeks. Gross.
10. Spring is finally in the air – we’ve got temps in the 60s and 70s for at least the next week and there’s a time change this weekend.
Ahhhhhh – we survived, Denverites!
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